Dinner - Bohannon (Izzy invited!)
Saying he felt like a fish out of water was a little bit of an understatement. Cullen had cleaned himself up as best he could, with the electric trimmer, though he hadn't touched the length of his hair. True to his word he'd gotten his suit out and let it breathe.
And remembering his late wife's intolerance for alcohol when she'd been with child, he'd picked up a bottle of sparkling grape juice. Looking for something that was good and unfermented had been a pretty easy, since everything was posted on the label.
Removing his hat and brushing his fingers through his hair, he rapped on the front door of the large house.